Four
Shivay looked at his watch for the sixth time. The impatience to be home was echoing through every move he took. He stood up from his chair, walking all around the spacious office not understanding why he was not at all able to focus.
The monochromatic tone of his office space was too confining, he altered subconsciously when the restlessness continued to grow. Slipping his phone into his pocket, he walked out of the office, alerting his assistant that he wouldn't be staying in any longer and that all his meetings should be delayed or postponed until further notice given by him. Shivay couldn't argue against that working for himself had always been an advantageous aspect in the business.
The chaffeur opened the doors of his car for him, his whole frame of mind itching to return and hear the answer his wife had for him.
His wife.
He chuckled inwardly. He always knew that he loved her but he didn't realize that it would be eventually be quiet easy to allow himself to change his impressions for her by accepting the love he had for her.
He entered the house and was surprised to find his mother standing in the middle of the gigantic living room, silently mumbling to herself. His curiosity got the best of him and he walked in, towards her. She appeared to hold a seemingly heavy packet in her hand.
"Yeh kya hai?"
She looked at him with an almost surprise. "Pata nahi. Kisi Chandra ne bheja hai." She replied, twisting and turning the package around in her hand. "Anika ke leye hai. Pata nahi kya hai."
"Mein le loon?" he asked
"Haan. Le le. Teri hi biwi ka hai. Mein ne khool ke aachar toh dalna nahi hai." She spoke wistfully, handing the package to her son with an almost accusing look. He took the package in his hand and stared at the name thoughtfully. He was certain that the name belonged to one of the illegitimate-son of the second Chandra brother who had taken over his brother's company about two decades ago. There had been intense scandals about the event but the details in his mind were quite hazy. Disappearance cases always had weird conspiracy lingo attached to them and with no logical reports, it's usually hard to come to a conclusion that would make sense. Why would a package from Chandra come for Anika was beyond his reasoning. His fingers itched to open the packet but his reawakened morals stopped him.
He looked up towards his mother who had been observing him keenly.
"Kya?" he questioned.
"Tu pareshaan laag raha hai. Kaam ki tension liya hua hai?" she questioned. Her tone had shifted significantly and rarely do such interactions took in between her son and herself.
He looked at her blankly before stepping backwards and sitting down at the lounge sofa placed behind him.
"Woh.."
"Anika ne aaj.." he started off hesitantly, his eyes staring ahead instead of meeting his mother's. Pinky picked up on the hesitancy quite naturally and sat down next to Shivay, concealing the disappointment in her eyes. Anika wasn't a bad girl. Instead she was quite naive, jovial and extremely courageous. Her only dismay was that Anika was Anika. She had only remained Anika for everyone and despite being someone she saw a reflection of her youth in, Anika was stubborn about being herself. The girl didn't belong into the pretentious society. There was no place for her.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Aagr tujhe yakeen hai ke woh tere leye apni rai badal sakti hai, toh darr mat. Woh 'haan' hi bole gi."
He looked at her. His eyes begging to be assured but there was nothing besides the validation of her own words that could really help him overcome the restlessness suffocating him. He nodded, unwillingly appearing to understand the words of his mother's and got up to leave.
His decision to force the marriage had been disastrous. He had lost everything and gained everything in mere seconds. He wished so much now, wished so much that things could be different but it had been decided that there journey wouldn't be smooth at all.
He entered the room, hoping to see her but only looking at the time and realizing that she won't be returning until it was well near dinner time. He took off the coat, unbuttoned the shirt realizing he had skipped the tie again and changed into casuals. The packet belonging to her had ended up at the arm chairs placed by the glass doors and his mind had reeled off from them.
His mind was only yearning for one person now. Her. He needed to talk to Rudra and Om before his mind exploded from the chaos of his need to hear her decision but those two had been missing as well. It ticked him that there had been something off about the way Rudra had started interacting with Someya since his wedding day. He brushed off the thoughts, and settled himself on the edge of the bed and reliving the moments spent with her in past few months.
She needed to say yes. Anika could not agree for a divorce. He had proven himself. He had proven his love, time and time again.
Shivay's bubble was about to burst soon. He hadn't realized that perhaps Anika never wanted to give him a second chance but ended up giving it unintentionally. He hadn't pondered over what a girl such as Anika, who refused to be anything else other then Anika; would want in return.
His thoughts were a tangled mess and he knew only one thing. It had to be a yes. What kind of yes it would be, was beyond him. Shivay Singh Oberoi had settled peacefully inside his own world overlooking once again that the situation was hand wasn't as uncomplicated as he had turned it into.
areeba_blossom2016-12-04 01:03:56
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